Evening Star Newspaper, May 10, 1929, Page 36

The Wolves of the Waterfront - By Edgar Wallace. (Copyright. 1920, by Nerth American Newspeper Altiance and fetropolitan Newspaper Seriice.) Synopsis of Preceding Instal Inspeotor John Wade of the Lo force, whose pursuit of the In men.'a ganz of criminals, has several times gimost cost him his life; loves Lils Smith, deinr house. He 55, | T, Mrs. with ‘the criminls. ' As the out 0 be brought to triai. the Seal of Troy. & stery ship. is gevesled as the gangs arters. and Lord Siniford. suspeetcd of being associated With the criminals, is murdered. (Continued From Yesterday" TWENTIETH INSTALLMENT OHN WADE had asked for a three- day remain in the case of Mrs Oaks, and, at,'the end of that time, the public . prosecutor was inclined to let the matter dr Star.) | what was going to happen, they were ¢ | awakened by two men whose coat collars and soft hats almost covered their faces. The prisoners were ordered to dress quickly and then were handcuffed and carried into the blackness of the court- | yard. The Embankment was a wilder- | ness; they were rushed across the road {to a floating pier, where a big police | launch was waiting. | There were two other officers on| | board, and their faces were also covered —a fact that struck terror to the | prisoners’ souls. A minute later the iaunch cast off and went rapidly down- stream on a falling tide. London Bridge had been cleared when Elk strapped together the legs of the two men. “Say, what's the big idea?" asked one, i his teeth chattering. THE EVENING STAR. WASHINGTON, D. C., FRIDAY, MAY 10, 1929. |Woolwich in the early hours of the | morning, and John Wade and his com- | panion sat with a trembling wretch who imade a statement that was eventually to send his partner and himself to prison for life. And, when London was having break- | fast, two weary inspectors and the chief constable went over the points of the confession. | “This doesn't tell us the name of the man who cmployed them” said | the_chief. | Elk sheok his “The fellow W this country, paid a large sum in cash | ! and a generous wage that reached him | by post, end he knew nothing more, | than that, on a certain date, he would | receive detailed information as to | what was of him.” “H» pra: admits the murder of Mrs. Oaks,’ Wade Again the chi sheok his head. | “He admits putting the poison in the milk, but he swears that he thought it was dope she wanted to steady her nerves. Both men say that | the flasks were supplicd to them. One |of them says he had previously doped the police sergeant’s wife and that he thought this ioh was Mo worse than head ited to come to| !seems a little far-fetched, doesn’t it?" that. The only thing he knows about :lllkempluyer is that he was tall and ark—" “And handsome,” murmured Elk, and was silenced by a glance from the cold. blue eyes of the chief constable. “They're starting something—some- thing big. No news of that girl?” “None, sir.” “Funny! You thought she was on | a barge that was being towed up-river, ‘Wade. The police have searched every barge and found nothing. That idea Why don't you have a try yourself, if you think' you can recognize the two barges that were lying off the Mecca? Have a sleep, leave the Mrs. Oaks case to_the divisional inspector, and take down .from Henley, or from Oxford, you like, and see if you can recognize that old tub. You don't think that. this girl has dodged off on her own?" “No, sir,” said Wade quietly. “I be- lelve, nc that Mrs. Oaks is dead, Lila Smith's danger has increased, to a’great extent,” The chief looked at him oddly. “All right” he sald. Wade was in the corrider, on his way to the street, when the chief came ‘As far as Maldenhead. The Buck-|to the door and called him back. inghamshire and Berkshire police are| “We've traced Raggit Lane—he's looking alter the river farther on. 'Been ‘seen in Londom, and if there's a ll!ml:l}t Wade heaved a sigh. “All ideas scem far-fetched,” he sald weanlly. “How far has the search ex- tended?” |any organization of gunmen being|replied the chief. “Seven convictions in various parts of the world—ask there was more reason why he should be apprehensive of that man than of the :lekrk ou:e rec::dd m":relu to let ;ny member of the , for Lane and you take a at tl ata.” is men were tral him* For the moment John Wade was not | night. . Nehaps interested in Raggit Lane although ! (To Be Cantinued.) bullt up here, he’s running it.” “You've found him, sir?” asked Wade quickly. “When I said we'd traced him, I meant we'd traced his dirty past,” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS < (14 upernatyral “The evidence i8-yery sketehy.” & member of the prosocutor’s de-} partment, “and I'deubt if you'd get 41" ‘A" quarter of an hour passed: the committal. Take mare time, if you can {iaunch- sped eastward through the get the evidence. But there's no proof | derkness. Not a word was spoken, no that Mrs. Oaks gave @ drug to the the threats were made against either man. police sergeant’s wife” | Their very immunity filled them with “Give me another fodr days. I think | panic. Opposite Greenwich Hospital one “Shut up!” hisséd Elk. s Fitten DR. CLAUDE S. SEMONES Eyesight Specialist she'll talk,” pleaded John and had his of them broke down and said he was way in the end Now the four days were over, and Mrs. Oaks had been brought early in the morning from Holloway and lodged in a cell. As was the custom, she was allowed to have ber, breakfast sent in, and at half past eight’ a- waitress from | a near-by coffee-house arrived with a| tray, which was taken into Mrs. Oaks's | cell by the matron. John Wade came in. & few minutes after this. and was in | the corridor leading “to the women's division when the matron rushed past him. He heard her ask the desk serg- eant for a doctor, and, as she passed him again. he caught her by the arm. “Anybody il12" “That woman in No. §—your case. Mr. Wade. I think she’s fainted. I wouldn't have known, but she turned over the breakfast-tray.” Wade hurried to the women's section The doer of Mrs. Oaks' cell was open | and the jailer was inside. He had just lifted *“Mum"” to the wooden bench that served as a bed, - Her face was gray, her lips color] ‘Bending over, Wade felt her hands. They were cold, and he could detect no puise.- While he was there, the divisional surgeon, who had been ‘at the station, came hurrying in. His examination was brief and his| verdict definite. “She's dead.” He, sniffed several times and looked at Wade. “Do you detect a slight. sour smell?” he asked. “If thats not hydrocyanic acid, I'm & Dutchman. She has committed gugoe el T But a search of the “dead woman's dress and the cell did not bring to light anything in the shape of a phial or botfle. Fortunately, before the tray had been overturned, the teapot and pitcher l(::dmuk had been put on the n . “Keep those for analysis” said Wade. He could hardly believe his eyes. Mrs. Oaks “was a healthy woman—the last person in the world to commit suicide— and she died. because--for the same reason’ Lord Siniferd--had ‘died a lew days. earlier. AR A - 1t ‘was not diffieuls to frace ress. Wade went 1 Search of her’ the jailer and’foand her in the. drab’ eating house ,that . had ‘supplied mnuum.wdmm information to givé. In datice with her in- | structions, she. had carried the fray-to. r , Which were-only fifty yards from the eating house, and she h.ld u:uen' ;u‘;d‘i‘l-pmurd, fromy several pargly “Whom did ,"Lw 9D _the street?t| at fo High . She had turned around and indicated, & jerk of her the direction he should follow. “I{ was pretty simple” Wade told Elk. “One man held her attention while the other dropped the stuff into the teapot or the milk.” I should think it ‘was the milk.” “Have you got.a good description of the men?” d Elk. “The most she d tell me was that they were rough-looking. I'm getting one of the local constables to make a sketch ~of the tws faces from the dead fi and angiety, but he threw him- self into the task of trying to find the two strangers aghd had been seen in the wvicinity of L!e Policg Court that morn- casually along the i owme'l;:().;ro'lm‘ e Brixton Road, sud- denly found M& surroundéd by pol en. They were hustled to Brix- ton police headquarters and searched. ‘Wade drove down to interview them. ‘They. gave French names, but were undoubtedly Americans, Wade thought. When an interpreter addressed them in anc"'h,h:leyure‘:lle& haltingly. ‘e been livi France since Plll;h nlddone, 0 st “Why did_ you leave the Unif Btates?” asked Wade. i They were very vague about this. Of the poisoning they said they knew nothing. They tried to explain their loaded pistols by pleading ignorance of the law, and they said that they did not know Mrs. Oaks, nor had they heard of the india rubber ‘men. They had come to London for the purpose of buying old Prench furniture cheaply, but they could not tell Wade where there was to be a sale of old French T tbertarbab perturi le, thin-lipped, the) showed" no signs of anxiety until lhez 1 were handcuffed and en route to Scot- land Yard. Then the terrer of the un- known descended upon them, and one of them protested, but not in French. In the meantime a 3quad of detectives had gone to the address they gave, only to learn that no one with those names lived there. But again fortune favored the police. The men had given as their address the lodging house in which they intended staying when they reached London., The place, however, was full, when they arrived, and they had been directed elsewhere. Fortunately, the Janitor of the lodging house remember- ed the three lodgings he had recom- mended, and to ane of these the prison- ers were traced. In their room Wade found three little crystal flasks, oné of which was empty. The other two were filled with s liquid that had a slightly bluish tinge. Under the false bottom of a trunk he unearthed a rifie with a short barrel and a; particularly long grip—more like a pistol grip. It was anh automatic rifle | and had never heep fired. The car-| tridges were still wrapped in damp- | proof paper. | “We'll take these fellows down to/| Woolwich station—by, river.” said EIk.| “Dop’t-let them know where they're| going. Dig 'em out 2 in the morning, | tie 'em up. hand and foot, and take | ‘em _to Woolwich.” | “What good would that do?” asked ade. “Suggestion’s everything,” said Elk| ealmly. “I know everything about | psychology, except the way to spell it.” The closest questioning at Scotland yard by the adept Ccross-examiners brought no result. The . prisoners maintained silence, when it was policy to do. so, and misunderstood questions when they wished to gain time. 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